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I’ve said it before (this always predicates me saying “I’ll say it again.”) and I’ll say it again: he is not a mesh hat. he was not fodder for rip-off artists at white trash beach superstores. He was Von fucking Dutch. Kenny Howard, dammit.
In his own words, “I make a point of staying right at the edge of poverty. I don’t have a pair of pants without a hole in them, and the only pair of boots I have are on my feet. I don’t mess around with unnecessary stuff, so I don’t need much money. I believe it’s meant to be that way. There’s a ‘struggle’ you have to go through, and if you make a lot of money it doesn’t make the ‘struggle’ go away. It just makes it more complicated. If you keep poor, the struggle is simple.“
behold:
Seen here in 1961 aboard a chopper bearing the gains of his astronomical ingenuity, Kenny was clearly a man of his own design. Spend some time respecting him, mean drunkard as he was.
And dig this guy while you’re at it. Roger de Pankaoenke (european for “pancake”) could lay down the hammer. Just lay it in the road and bail, like a roofer at whistle time. The Pancake eats rare steaks for breakfast, for fuck’s sake. How do you sit in that back pocket when bitch eats a RARE STEAK FOR BREAKFAST? and fuck racing in a baby hat. 1970’s windtunnel technology proved that sideburns the size of paint rollers caught bitches by surprise.
Hopefully you’ll also now see that Brooklyn was a brand of gum LONG before it was a place to move your trend-thirsty trust fundy pile of shit known as “yourself”.
That wraps up a night for this tepid wet washcloth. Keep it limber.
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My old roomie said once “Dutch would kill these fags… he wasn’t about fashion, he was a drunken redneck asshole. Just the way he shoulda been.”
or something like that.
I got called a hipster because of one of my tattoos. I wonder if there is an age limit to being a hipster, because I sure as hell wouldn’t fit in THAT age group, and would probably laugh them down in public given the chance. (And here in Munich I often do.)
@Bikepunk , dude, rock the house….
De Vlaeminck would have looked over the average twenty something softy in a Brooklyn cap and said, “Go back to the car and get me my raincoat.”
The irony behind all of the D-bags who wear Von Dutch clothing? The man himself would have hated 99% of them!
Raincoat? Roger De Vlaeminck doesn’t need a raincoat. He just stares at the rain and it gets out of his way. Just look at how white those socks are. Dirt is not worthy.
What would Dutch do to TONY KORNHOLLER from ESPN ?
he’d paint tony to look like a sausage, tie him to the train tracks, and run off into the sunset with hanna storm.
von dutch clothing is the same?? and the bikes?? they are linked??
i plead ignorance!
his daughters sold the rights to his name to some fashion highrollers after he died, then they branded it, wiped hollywood’s ass with it, and now they’ve moved on to ed hardy. chew them up, spit them out. i just like to give props where due, so while i was feeling the manlove for kenny howard, i just threw a shout to rodge in there, too. no relation, unless just being generally badass can be traced back to the same mitochondrial mother.
makes sense…fucking wizards at the marketing industry i guess…
I’m not much for motorcycles, but I’d ride the fuck out of that’n.